Feasting on Rachel

In answer, Rachel slides herself down so she’s reclining on the loveseat, hooks one foot over the back and plants the other on the floor, and says, “I can’t even wait long enough to go to my bedroom. I need you now.” I grab a pillow and toss it on the floor, then get down on my knees to honor her pussy.

Rachel’s black bush is thick and neatly trimmed. Her outer lips are small, but her inner lips are large enough to protrude from her closed slit. With her arousal, the very tip of her clit is also visible. Both are the same purple-tinted deep pink of her areolae, and both are already wet. Given this, and given the size of her inner lips, I first spread her outer lips away from the inner ones, then run a finger down the center of her slit to open her inner lips. I bury my nose in her quim and breathe deep of her aroma; she smells amazingly good, spicy and tangy and lightly sweet. I lap at her pussy with a broad tongue, licking up the pussy dew covering her inner lips; I hear a strangled gasp from above me and feel two hands grab the back of my head and pull me into her twat. I nuzzle her, and am rewarded with another gasp and a loosening of her grip.

Given their size, I’m able to kiss Rachel’s inner lips, caressing them with my lips and teasing them with my tongue. I suck one into my mouth, cleaning it of her juices and enjoying her slick skin, then do the same with the other. I spread her inner lips wide and cover every inch of them with kisses, then trace lines all over them with my tongue. “Ohhhhh, Andrew,” Rachel moans. “Fuck, baby, what you’re doing to me—you’re sending me into orbit with that tongue . . . so high, so good, so utterly fucking good . . . no words, baby, no words . . .”

She finds some words when I plunge my tongue into her honeypot, and even more when I follow that up by tracing her clit with my fingers. A lot of those words are forms of the word “fuck,” but that seems appropriate. I try every trick I know with my tongue, and she loves all of them. Rachel especially loves it when I curl my tongue, then start flexing it in her cunt. I especially love sucking out her pussy juice, which she’s producing in copious amounts. She urges me on with great enthusiasm, moaning, “Eat my little pussy, baby . . . stick that tongue in deep—eat me out from the inside . . . Ohhhh, fuck, Andrew, rub my clit just like that—just like that—more—more—so good, so good, so fucking good . . . Fuck, baby, you’re amazing—you’re driving me insane—driving me so fucking wild . . .”

I capture Rachel’s clit between thumb and forefinger and start lightly tweaking it; she gasps, “Too much—don’t stop—can’t take it—don’t fucking stop—make me cum, baby—make me cum all over your face—so close, so close, so close—make me cum so fucking hard—so close . . .” When I curl my tongue up to find and lick her G-spot—which is unsurprisingly quite prominent—she cries out, “Right fucking there!” then goes ballistic, bucking and writhing and bouncing her hips. Her cunt clamps down on my tongue hard enough to hurt, and my face is painted with her girl-cum.

As her orgasm begins to subside, I pull my sore tongue out of her cunt. Rachel opens her eyes blearily and says, “Wow . . . that was—” before her words cut off with a gasp. She had thought I was done, but I’m not. I plunge a finger into her hotbox and lock my lips on her clit. I rub her G-spot and suckle her button, and she arches her back and lets out a series of high-pitched noises; they only get louder when I slip a second finger in. I suck her pearl like I’m trying to suck the coating off an M&M. I twirl my tongue around it, lick it up and down, and flick the tip with the tip of my tongue. “Don’t stop, baby,” she gasps. “Don’t stop—don’t stop—don’t fucking stop—so close—gonna cum again—make me cum again—finger me, suck my clit, eat my pussy—so fucking close—ahh—ahhh—AHHHH!”

Rachel cums even harder this time, announcing her ecstasy with a feral howl that probably scares the whole neighborhood. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers like it’s trying to fuse them together, and she writhes and bucks furiously under me. I keep suckling her clit for all I’m worth, which might be partly why she just keeps cumming and cumming. It’s only when her body abruptly relaxes that I lift my face, coated in girl-honey; it’s only at that point that I’m able to withdraw my fingers.

Rachel lies there with her eyes closed and her face utterly blissful. I shift myself around and bend down to kiss her. She doesn’t open her eyes, but she kisses me back with a sort of langorous passion. “Mmmmmm,” she purrs. “You’re a really good kisser. You taste really good, too.” Then the penny drops, and she opens her eyes. In some surprise, she says, “You taste like me, don’t you?”

Out of nowhere, a really corny line occurs to me. Before I can censor it, it’s out of my mouth. “Yeah,” I say, “I’m pussy-licking good.” The line catches Rachel completely off guard, and she starts giggling helplessly. It’s contagious, and before long, I’m holding her close and we’re giggling together like a couple little kids.

I keep holding her once we settle down, because really, why stop? We spend a while kissing and enjoying the closeness, then drift into conversation about shoes and ships and sealing wax, not to mention cabbages and kings. As we talk, the idea blooms in the back of my mind: Rachel wants a boyfriend—maybe she would be interested in me.

But that raises two questions. First, what about Danni? I’ve been trying to build toward a romantic relationship there. I’ve been quite hopeful about it as I’ve been getting to know her; but there are no guarantees. Should I let what might be with her stop me from exploring what might be with Rachel? In some ways, at least, Rachel feels more certain to me, even if I don’t really know her as well yet as I do Danni.

Second, what about my business? If I have a girlfriend, will I have to give it up? I have to admit, if Rachel (or any other girl) thought going around eating pussy for money was cheating on her, I couldn’t really argue. I don’t want to quit doing it, for a lot of reasons; but would I really value that more than having a girlfriend? Is there any chance she’ll be OK with it?